Sweet dancer - Felix Marc

The girl goes dancing there

On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth

Grass plot of the garden;

Escaped from bitter youth

Escaped out of her crowd

Or out of her black cloud

Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

If strange men come from the house

To lead her away, do not say

That she is happy being crazy;

Lead them gently astray;

Let her finish her dance

Let her finish her dance

Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

(Words are a poem by William Butler Yeats)